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Wayne the Stegosaurushttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/wayne-the-stegosaurus/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wayne-the-stegosaurus
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<h2>Wayne the Stegosaurus</h2>
Meet the stegosaurus, Wayne.
He doesn't have the biggest brain.
He's long and heavy, wide and tall,
but has a brain that's extra small.
He's not the brightest dinosaur.
He thinks that one plus one is four.
He can't remember up from down.
He thinks the sky is chocolate brown.
He wears his bow tie on his tail
and likes to eat the daily mail.
When playing hide-and-seek he tries
to hide by covering his eyes.
He thinks that black is really white.
He's sure the sun comes out at night.
He thinks that water grows on trees
and when it's hot he starts to freeze.
He's happy when he's feeling ill.
He likes to dance by standing still.
And when it's time to go to bed,
he puts bananas on his head.
He thinks his name is Bob, not Wayne,
but that's what happens when your brain
(although you're big and brave and spiny)
is very, very, very tiny.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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Wayne the Stegosaurus

Meet the stegosaurus, Wayne.
He doesn’t have the biggest brain.
He’s long and heavy, wide and tall,
but has a brain that’s extra small.

He’s not the brightest dinosaur.
He thinks that one plus one is four.
He can’t remember up from down.
He thinks the sky is chocolate brown.

He wears his bow tie on his tail
and likes to eat the daily mail.
When playing hide-and-seek he tries
to hide by covering his eyes.

He thinks that black is really white.
He’s sure the sun comes out at night.
He thinks that water grows on trees
and when it’s hot he starts to freeze.

He’s happy when he’s feeling ill.
He likes to dance by standing still.
And when it’s time to go to bed,
he puts bananas on his head.

He thinks his name is Bob, not Wayne,
but that’s what happens when your brain
(although you’re big and brave and spiny)
is very, very, very tiny.

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption] Wayne the Stegosaurus Meet the stegosaurus, Wayne. He doesn't have the biggest brain. He's long and heavy, wide and tall, [caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]<br />
Wayne the Stegosaurus<br />
Meet the stegosaurus, Wayne.<br />
He doesn't have the biggest brain.<br />
He's long and heavy, wide and tall,<br />
but has a brain that's extra small.<br />
<br />
He's not the brightest dinosaur.<br />
He thinks that one plus one is four.<br />
He can't remember up from down.<br />
He thinks the sky is chocolate brown.<br />
<br />
He wears his bow tie on his tail<br />
and likes to eat the daily mail.<br />
When playing hide-and-seek he tries<br />
to hide by covering his eyes.<br />
<br />
He thinks that black is really white.<br />
He's sure the sun comes out at night.<br />
He thinks that water grows on trees<br />
and when it's hot he starts to freeze.<br />
<br />
He's happy when he's feeling ill.<br />
He likes to dance by standing still.<br />
And when it's time to go to bed,<br />
he puts bananas on his head.<br />
<br />
He thinks his name is Bob, not Wayne,<br />
but that's what happens when your brain<br />
(although you're big and brave and spiny)<br />
is very, very, very tiny.<br />
<br />
--Kenn NesbittPoetry for Kidsclean1:31Today Is the Dayhttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/today-is-the-day/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=today-is-the-day
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<h2>Today Is the Day</h2>
I'm happy to say that today is the day.
I'm super excited. I'm shouting, "Hooray!"
I woke up delighted and ready to go.
My mind is abuzz and my eyes are aglow.
There's no doubt about it. It's perfectly clear.
The time is upon us. The moment is here.
I'm eager and keen for the action to start,
and when it begins I'll be playing my part.
I'll jump in the bustle and I'll give it my all.
I'm certain that soon I'll be having a ball.
But where should I go now, and what should I do?
I'm hoping that someone will give me a clue.
I'm not sure what's happening. All I can say
is yesterday's gone, so today is the day.
--Kenn Nesbitt

Today Is the Day

I woke up delighted and ready to go.
My mind is abuzz and my eyes are aglow.

There’s no doubt about it. It’s perfectly clear.
The time is upon us. The moment is here.

I’m eager and keen for the action to start,
and when it begins I’ll be playing my part.

I’ll jump in the bustle and I’ll give it my all.
I’m certain that soon I’ll be having a ball.

But where should I go now, and what should I do?
I’m hoping that someone will give me a clue.

I’m not sure what’s happening. All I can say
is yesterday’s gone, so today is the day.

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption] Today Is the Day I'm happy to say that today is the day. I'm super excited. I'm shouting, "Hooray!" - I woke up delighted and ready to go. [caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]<br />
Today Is the Day<br />
I'm happy to say that today is the day.<br />
I'm super excited. I'm shouting, "Hooray!"<br />
<br />
I woke up delighted and ready to go.<br />
My mind is abuzz and my eyes are aglow.<br />
<br />
There's no doubt about it. It's perfectly clear.<br />
The time is upon us. The moment is here.<br />
<br />
I'm eager and keen for the action to start,<br />
and when it begins I'll be playing my part.<br />
<br />
I'll jump in the bustle and I'll give it my all.<br />
I'm certain that soon I'll be having a ball.<br />
<br />
But where should I go now, and what should I do?<br />
I'm hoping that someone will give me a clue.<br />
<br />
I'm not sure what's happening. All I can say<br />
is yesterday's gone, so today is the day.<br />
<br />
--Kenn NesbittPoetry for Kidsclean1:12My Invisible Dragonhttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/my-invisible-dragon/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=my-invisible-dragon
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<h2>My Invisible Dragon</h2>
I have an invisible dragon.
She's such a remarkable flyer.
She soars through the sky on invisible wings
exhaling invisible fire.
My dragon is utterly silent.
She soundlessly swoops through the air.
Why, she could be flying beside you right now,
and you'd never know she was there.
And if you should reach out to pet her,
I don't think you'd notice too much.
Her body is simply too airy and light
to sense her by means of a touch.
And just as you don't see or hear her,
and just as she cannot be felt,
my dragon does not have an odor at all,
which means that she'll never be smelt.
Although you may find this outlandish,
you just have to trust me, it's true.
And, oh, by the way, did I mention I have
an invisible unicorn too?
--Kenn Nesbitt

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My Invisible Dragon

I have an invisible dragon.
She’s such a remarkable flyer.
She soars through the sky on invisible wings
exhaling invisible fire.

My dragon is utterly silent.
She soundlessly swoops through the air.
Why, she could be flying beside you right now,
and you’d never know she was there.

And if you should reach out to pet her,
I don’t think you’d notice too much.
Her body is simply too airy and light
to sense her by means of a touch.

And just as you don’t see or hear her,
and just as she cannot be felt,
my dragon does not have an odor at all,
which means that she’ll never be smelt.

Although you may find this outlandish,
you just have to trust me, it’s true.
And, oh, by the way, did I mention I have
an invisible unicorn too?

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption] My Invisible Dragon I have an invisible dragon. She's such a remarkable flyer. She soars through the sky on invisible wings exhaling invisible fire. [caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]<br />
My Invisible Dragon<br />
I have an invisible dragon.<br />
She's such a remarkable flyer.<br />
She soars through the sky on invisible wings<br />
exhaling invisible fire.<br />
<br />
My dragon is utterly silent.<br />
She soundlessly swoops through the air.<br />
Why, she could be flying beside you right now,<br />
and you'd never know she was there.<br />
<br />
And if you should reach out to pet her,<br />
I don't think you'd notice too much.<br />
Her body is simply too airy and light<br />
to sense her by means of a touch.<br />
<br />
And just as you don't see or hear her,<br />
and just as she cannot be felt,<br />
my dragon does not have an odor at all,<br />
which means that she'll never be smelt.<br />
<br />
Although you may find this outlandish,<br />
you just have to trust me, it's true.<br />
And, oh, by the way, did I mention I have<br />
an invisible unicorn too?<br />
<br />
--Kenn NesbittPoetry for Kidsclean1:16Back-to-School Shoppinghttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/back-to-school-shopping/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=back-to-school-shopping
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<h2>Back-to-School Shopping</h2>
My sleeves are too short
and my jeans are too tight.
My shirt is so small
that it doesn't fit right.
My hat is too snug
and my socks all have holes.
My shoes are worn out
on the sides and the soles.
My mom says it's time
to go shopping for more.
She wants me to get
some new clothes at the store.
She begs and cajoles,
but I simply say, "No.
I want to stay home.
I would rather not go."
While new ones may fit
in the sleeves and the toes,
the old ones I have
are my favorite clothes.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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Back-to-School Shopping

My sleeves are too short
and my jeans are too tight.
My shirt is so small
that it doesn’t fit right.

My hat is too snug
and my socks all have holes.
My shoes are worn out
on the sides and the soles.

My mom says it’s time
to go shopping for more.
She wants me to get
some new clothes at the store.

She begs and cajoles,
but I simply say, “No.
I want to stay home.
I would rather not go.”

While new ones may fit
in the sleeves and the toes,
the old ones I have
are my favorite clothes.

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption] Back-to-School Shopping My sleeves are too short and my jeans are too tight. My shirt is so small that it doesn't fit right. - My hat is too snug [caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]<br />
Back-to-School Shopping<br />
My sleeves are too short<br />
and my jeans are too tight.<br />
My shirt is so small<br />
that it doesn't fit right.<br />
<br />
My hat is too snug<br />
and my socks all have holes.<br />
My shoes are worn out<br />
on the sides and the soles.<br />
<br />
My mom says it's time<br />
to go shopping for more.<br />
She wants me to get<br />
some new clothes at the store.<br />
<br />
She begs and cajoles,<br />
but I simply say, "No.<br />
I want to stay home.<br />
I would rather not go."<br />
<br />
While new ones may fit<br />
in the sleeves and the toes,<br />
the old ones I have<br />
are my favorite clothes.<br />
<br />
--Kenn NesbittPoetry for Kidsclean59I Didn’t Go Campinghttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/i-didnt-go-camping/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=i-didnt-go-camping
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<h2>I Didn't Go Camping</h2>
I didn't go camping.
I didn't go hiking.
I didn't go fishing.
I didn't go biking.
I didn't go play
on the slides at the park.
I didn't watch shooting stars
way after dark.
I didn't play baseball
or soccer outside.
I didn't go on an
amusement park ride.
I didn't throw Frisbees.
I didn't fly kites,
or have any travels,
or see any sights.
I didn't watch movies
with blockbuster crowds,
or lay on the front lawn
and look at the clouds.
I didn't go swimming
at pools or beaches,
or visit an orchard
and pick a few peaches.
I didn't become
a guitarist or drummer,
but, boy, I played plenty
of Minecraft this summer.
--Kenn Nesbitt

I Didn’t Go Camping

I didn’t go play
on the slides at the park.
I didn’t watch shooting stars
way after dark.

I didn’t play baseball
or soccer outside.
I didn’t go on an
amusement park ride.

I didn’t throw Frisbees.
I didn’t fly kites,
or have any travels,
or see any sights.

I didn’t watch movies
with blockbuster crowds,
or lay on the front lawn
and look at the clouds.

I didn’t go swimming
at pools or beaches,
or visit an orchard
and pick a few peaches.

I didn’t become
a guitarist or drummer,
but, boy, I played plenty
of Minecraft this summer.

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption] I Didn't Go Camping I didn't go camping. I didn't go hiking. I didn't go fishing. I didn't go biking. - I didn't go play on the slides at the park.[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignnone" width="150"] Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]<br />
I Didn't Go Camping<br />
I didn't go camping.<br />
I didn't go hiking.<br />
I didn't go fishing.<br />
I didn't go biking.<br />
<br />
I didn't go play<br />
on the slides at the park.<br />
I didn't watch shooting stars<br />
way after dark.<br />
<br />
I didn't play baseball<br />
or soccer outside.<br />
I didn't go on an<br />
amusement park ride.<br />
<br />
I didn't throw Frisbees.<br />
I didn't fly kites,<br />
or have any travels,<br />
or see any sights.<br />
<br />
I didn't watch movies<br />
with blockbuster crowds,<br />
or lay on the front lawn<br />
and look at the clouds.<br />
<br />
I didn't go swimming<br />
at pools or beaches,<br />
or visit an orchard<br />
and pick a few peaches.<br />
<br />
I didn't become<br />
a guitarist or drummer,<br />
but, boy, I played plenty<br />
of Minecraft this summer.<br />
<br />
--Kenn NesbittPoetry for Kidsclean1:11My Mother Said to Do My Choreshttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/my-mother-said-to-do-my-chores/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=my-mother-said-to-do-my-chores
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<h2>My Mother Said to Do My Chores</h2>
My mother said to do my chores,
to dust the shelves and mop the floors,
and wipe the walls and wind the clocks,
and scoop the kitty's litter box,
and walk the dog and feed the fishes,
and wash and and dry the dirty dishes,
and clean my room and take a bath,
and read a book and do my math,
and pick up all my Lego blocks,
and put away my shoes and socks,
and hang my shirts and fold my pants,
and water all the potted plants,
and organize my toys and games,
and straighten up the picture frames,
and polish all the silverware,
and brush my teeth and comb my hair,
and rake the leaves and mow the lawn,
and on and on and on and on.
She said I'll get to have some fun
as soon as all my chores are done.
With all the chores I have to do
until my mother says I'm through,
like study for an hour or two
the names of places in Peru,
and peel potatoes and stir the stew,
and fix a vase with crazy glue,
and practice tuba till I'm blue,
and scrub the tub and toilet too,
and sweep the chimney and the flue,
and wash the dog with pet shampoo,
and pick up piles of puppy poo...
It looks like I'll be ninety three
before I get to watch TV.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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My Mother Said to Do My Chores

My mother said to do my chores,
to dust the shelves and mop the floors,
and wipe the walls and wind the clocks,
and scoop the kitty’s litter box,
and walk the dog and feed the fishes,
and wash and and dry the dirty dishes,
and clean my room and take a bath,
and read a book and do my math,
and pick up all my Lego blocks,
and put away my shoes and socks,
and hang my shirts and fold my pants,
and water all the potted plants,
and organize my toys and games,
and straighten up the picture frames,
and polish all the silverware,
and brush my teeth and comb my hair,
and rake the leaves and mow the lawn,
and on and on and on and on.

She said I’ll get to have some fun
as soon as all my chores are done.

With all the chores I have to do
until my mother says I’m through,
like study for an hour or two
the names of places in Peru,
and peel potatoes and stir the stew,
and fix a vase with crazy glue,
and practice tuba till I’m blue,
and scrub the tub and toilet too,
and sweep the chimney and the flue,
and wash the dog with pet shampoo,
and pick up piles of puppy poo…

]]>"The Teachers Jumped Out of the Windows," a poem by Kenn Nesbitt."The Teachers Jumped Out of the Windows," a funny school poem for kids by Children's Poet Laureate Kenn Nesbitt.Poetry for Kidsclean1:05Halloween is Nearly Herehttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/halloween-is-nearly-here/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=halloween-is-nearly-here
Sat, 10 Aug 2013 21:53:01 +0000http://www.poetry4kids.com/blog/?p=1672https://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/halloween-is-nearly-here/#commentshttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/halloween-is-nearly-here/feed/1[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignright" width="150"]<a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/podcastpoetry4kids"><img class="wp-image-232 size-thumbnail" title="Podcast" src="https://www.poetry4kids.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/podcast-icon-150x150.jpg" alt="Podcast" width="150" height="150" /></a> Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]
<h2>Halloween is Nearly Here</h2>
Halloween is nearly here.
I've got my costume planned.
It's sure to be the most horrific
outfit in the land.
If you should see me coming
you may scream and hide your head.
My get-up will, I guarantee,
fill every heart with dread.
My costume may cause nightmares.
Yes, my mask may stop your heart.
You might just shriek and wet yourself,
then squeamishly depart.
And yet, I won't be dressing as
you might expect me to.
I will not be a vampire
or ghost that hollers "boo!"
I won't look like a werewolf
or a goblin or a ghoul,
or even like a slimy blob
of deadly, dripping drool.
I will not be a zombie
or some other horrid creature.
No, this year I'll be much, much worse...
I'm dressing as a teacher.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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Halloween is Nearly Here

Halloween is nearly here.
I’ve got my costume planned.
It’s sure to be the most horrific
outfit in the land.

If you should see me coming
you may scream and hide your head.
My get-up will, I guarantee,
fill every heart with dread.

And yet, I won’t be dressing as
you might expect me to.
I will not be a vampire
or ghost that hollers “boo!”

I won’t look like a werewolf
or a goblin or a ghoul,
or even like a slimy blob
of deadly, dripping drool.

I will not be a zombie
or some other horrid creature.
No, this year I’ll be much, much worse…
I’m dressing as a teacher.

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>"Halloween is Nearly Here," a poem by Kenn Nesbitt"Halloween is Nearly Here," a funny holiday poem by Kenn Nesbitt from the book "The Armpit of Doom."Poetry for Kidsclean1:25Xbox, Xboxhttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/xbox-xbox/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=xbox-xbox
Wed, 26 Jun 2013 16:01:52 +0000http://www.poetry4kids.com/blog/?p=1512https://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/xbox-xbox/#respondhttps://www.poetry4kids.com/podcast/xbox-xbox/feed/0[caption id="attachment_232" align="alignright" width="150"]<a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/podcastpoetry4kids"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-232" title="Podcast" src="https://www.poetry4kids.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/podcast-icon-150x150.jpg" alt="Podcast" width="150" height="150" /></a> Subscribe to this Podcast[/caption]
Xbox, Xbox,
you're the one for me.
I also love my 3DS
and my Nintendo Wii.
GameCube, GameBoy,
Apple iPod Touch.
I never thought that I would ever
be in love this much.
Pac-Man, Sonic,
Mario, and Link.
Your names are etched inside my mind
in everlasting ink.
Run, jump, flip, hang,
double-jump, and climb.
That's all I want to do
with every second of my time.
This is true love.
Yes, it's plain to see.
Xbox, Xbox,
will you marry me?
--Kenn Nesbitt

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Xbox, Xbox,
you’re the one for me.
I also love my 3DS
and my Nintendo Wii.

GameCube, GameBoy,
Apple iPod Touch.
I never thought that I would ever
be in love this much.

Run, jump, flip, hang,
double-jump, and climb.
That’s all I want to do
with every second of my time.

This is true love.
Yes, it’s plain to see.
Xbox, Xbox,
will you marry me?

–Kenn Nesbitt

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My kitten won't stop talking.
She just prattles night and day.
She walks around repeating
nearly everything I say.
My kitten never says, "Meow."
She never even purrs.
She mimics me instead
in that annoying voice of hers.
She waits for me to speak,
and then she copies every word,
or begs me for a cracker,
or says, "I'm a pretty bird."
I'm not sure what to do, and so
I simply grin and bear it.
She's been this way since yesterday;
that's when she ate my parrot.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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My kitten won’t stop talking.
She just prattles night and day.
She walks around repeating
nearly everything I say.

My kitten never says, “Meow.”
She never even purrs.
She mimics me instead
in that annoying voice of hers.

She waits for me to speak,
and then she copies every word,
or begs me for a cracker,
or says, “I’m a pretty bird.”

I’m not sure what to do, and so
I simply grin and bear it.
She’s been this way since yesterday;
that’s when she ate my parrot.

–Kenn Nesbitt

]]>"My Kitten Won't Stop Talking," a poem by Kenn Nesbitt."My Kitten Won't Stop Talking," a funny cat poem by children's author Kenn Nesbitt. From the book "The Tighty-Whitey Spider: And More Wacky Animal Poems I Totally Made Up."Poetry for Kidsclean43